Tonight I found myself in a Hummer limousine with Hubby's ex, her sister, her niece, a baby named Paisley, and a bunch of other women I didn't know.
This while UGA was playing football on television, which the limo didn't have.
Oh, and the chauffeur was a guy I graduated with, one of the ones who [usually] still calls me "Brillo."
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Can i say "What the hell?" It's like a nightmare gone wrong, something that Tim Burton would write! Do tell! Were you bad and being punished for something?
(On a side note... if Tim Burton wrote it, Helena Bonham Carter would play you, and Johnny Depp would be the driver...)
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